The Universe Is Unfolding As It Should.

Not Until The Empirical Resources Are Exhausted, Need We Pass On To The Dreamy Realms Of Speculation.

Past Time Is Finite, Future Time Is Infinite.

The Great Spirals, With Their Enormous Radial Velocities And Insensible Proper Motions, Apparently Lie Outside Our Solar System.

We Do Not Know Why We Are Born Into The World, But We Can Try To Find Out What Sort Of A World It Is - At Least In Its Physical Aspects.

With Increasing Distance, Our Knowledge Fades, And Fades Rapidly. Eventually, We Reach The Dim Boundary-the Utmost Limits Of Our Telescopes. There, We Measure Shadows, And We Search Among Ghostly Errors Of Measurement For Landmarks That Are Scarcely More Substantial. The Search Will Continue. Not Until The Empirical Resources Are Exhausted, Need We Pass On To The Dreamy Realms Of Speculation.